Succubus System At Hogwarts

After becoming the head of the family, Ian called Harry and Lombard to the study to sort out the division of the family property.

"Since Dad divided the family property into two, we need to open another vault," Ian explained to Harry and Lombard while flipping through documents.

"Harry, I'll transfer your portion into it, and then you can withdraw it freely." Ian said with a smile.

"Okay," Harry nodded, agreeing without hesitation.

He didn't feel that Ian was dividing the family from him. Ian was now the head of the family and needed to handle these things properly. After all, it didn't matter whose money it was—they were brothers and would share everything.

Seeing Harry's quick agreement, Ian smiled slightly. "I didn't expect you to trust me so much."

"This is the most profitable Runfa Potion Factory in our family," Ian continued, holding up another document. "I want to keep the shares of the factory for now, and I'll convert your portion into gold galleons at market value and deposit it into your vault."

As Ian spoke, he handed Harry a document.

Harry took it, his eyes widening as he skimmed the contents. He stared at the long list of numbers in disbelief.

"These zeros... One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... million?" Harry stammered, looking at Ian in shock. "Our factory is worth this much money?"

"Of course," Ian said, clearly pleased by Harry's reaction. "This is our family's golden goose. You could say we've monopolized the hair care industry in the wizarding world."

Harry swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Does that mean... you can make money just by lying down every day?"

"In theory, yes," Ian nodded confidently. "As long as the factory doesn't go bankrupt, you'll keep making money effortlessly."

"That's... really rich..." Harry murmured, his voice filled with awe as he continued to stare at the figures on the document.

Was he really a multimillionaire now?

No!

He's a billionaire!

Because, in addition to the factory, Ian also calculated all the other properties, converted them into gold galleons, and added them together.

"Okay, stop staring at it. I'll deposit all this money into your vault," Ian said, amused by Harry's wide-eyed expression. "As for these properties and collections, I'll figure out how to manage them."

"Well... I can't give you the family heirlooms, but some of the collections are yours, and there are a few properties as well." Ian pointed to several items on the document.

"I noticed Dad bought a villa over ten years ago, at 13 Grimmauld Place in London. How about I give that one to you, Harry?" Ian asked with a smile.

Internally, Ian was impressed by James and Sirius's friendship. They were so close that James even bought a villa next to Sirius's family home.

Ian, of course, knew that the old Black family house was at 12 Grimmauld Place. Given that Sirius Black had no other direct heirs, Harry would likely inherit most of the Black family's wealth in the future, just as he did in the stories.

"Sure, Ian, whatever you think is best," Harry nodded without hesitation. "I trust you."

Harry's straightforward trust warmed Ian's heart. He smiled and nodded. "Alright, then it's decided. I'll handle everything quickly."

"Lombard will assist Master Ian!" Lombard chimed in enthusiastically, his large eyes shining with determination.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lombard," Ian replied with a good-natured smile.

Lombard almost fainted: "Master Ian said Lombard worked hard! Master Ian is such a good man! Lombard will definitely work harder!"

Ian and Harry: "..."

Ian had only said one sentence, yet this house-elf was still so over-the-top.

However, Harry noticed that Ian seemed surprisingly good at handling this kind of situation—or maybe Ian secretly enjoyed the gratitude and praise from others.

Harry shook his head, dismissing the strange thought, and eagerly voiced his own guess to Ian: "Ian, since there are portraits of our ancestors and grandfather, do you think Mom and Dad..."

"Harry, I'm sorry," Ian interrupted gently and sighed. "But you need to understand, most wizards commission their portraits only when they're older. They spend years imbuing the portraits with their thoughts and memories before passing."

Ian hesitated before continuing. "Our parents… they passed away too young, and they were always fighting Voldemort. Creating wizarding portraits takes time and dedication, so…"

Listening to Ian's explanation, Harry's initial excitement dimmed. He lowered his head in disappointment. "Yeah, I should've thought of that. Mom and Dad..."

"Master Ian, Master Harry," Lombard interjected suddenly. "Although Master James and Madam Lily didn't leave any portraits, Lombard remembers that Madam Lily loved taking pictures."

"Every holiday, Madam Lily and Master James would take pictures together," Lombard continued. "Those photographs have been safely kept in Madam Lily's bedroom. Would you two like to see them?"

"Lombard, you're amazing!" Harry exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement. "Please, take us there!"

Lombard led the brothers to the Potters' bedroom. The room had been meticulously maintained, still carrying a warm, happy atmosphere.

Ian looked around and saw the photographs scattered throughout the room. There were pictures of James and Lily during their school years, others from their adult life, and some taken after their marriage.

The two people in each photo were full of smiles, radiating a happiness that was almost contagious.

Harry stared at the moving pictures, his eyes slowly turning red.

Ian pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly. Great, he had to step in as the emotional expert again.

"Harry," Ian called softly.

Harry looked up, his tear-filled eyes meeting Ian's.

"Harry, I know you miss Mom and Dad very much," Ian said gently. "But you have to trust that they're always with us, watching over us."

"I know, Ian, I know Mom and Dad are always protecting me," Harry sniffled, trying to keep his composure. "I just... I just miss them so much."

Ian didn't say anything else. Instead, he reached out and patted his brother's shoulder silently, offering comfort through his presence.

The two brothers each took a photo of James and Lily as keepsakes before Lombard led them to lunch.

Ian spent the entire afternoon buried in work, sorting out the Potter family's properties and reviewing documents in the study.

Harry, meanwhile, enjoyed a much more relaxed day, wandering around the manor, poking into random rooms, and eventually discovering something unexpected—a game console.

Because Lily was born a Muggle and James was madly in love with her, the old Potter house naturally contained several Muggle items, including the game console Harry now held in his hands.

"Harry, keep your voice down! I'm trying to do the accounts here," Ian grumbled and casually lobbed an apple at his brother.

Harry caught it with an awkward grin. "Okay, okay, I'll be quiet!"

Ian sighed, shaking his head, and buried himself back into the profit report for the Potion Factory.

It wasn't until evening, after Ian and Harry had already eaten dinner, that Dumbledore finally arrived.

"Is everything settled?" Dumbledore asked with a warm smile, looking at the two brothers. "If there's nothing left to do, we'll head back to Hogwarts."

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore," Ian replied promptly. "We've taken care of everything."

"Then let's go," Dumbledore said, extending his hands toward the two. "Hold on tight. We'll Apparate directly back to Hogwarts."

Ian and Harry stood up immediately, each grabbing one of Dumbledore's hands.

"It may feel a little dizzy on your first Apparition," Dumbledore warned with a knowing smile.

"Professor Dumbledore, why didn't we Apparate on the way here?" Ian asked curiously.

"Oh, I thought you might feel emotional or overwhelmed on the way here," Dumbledore explained kindly. "I wanted to give you some time to process everything. Returning by Apparition, however, is much more convenient."

Ian: "..."

Absolutely outrageous!

The old bee's worry was completely unnecessary. Forget about himself—Harry, under the guidance of his emotional master Ian, was not the type to stay sad for long.

Still, Ian tactfully chose not to point this out.

"Master Ian! Master Harry!" Lombard's voice suddenly rang out, thick with emotion. The house-elf was dabbing at his teary eyes with a handkerchief.

"Lombard will always guard the Potter old house and wait for the two young masters to return!"

Ian and Harry turned and waved back. "Goodbye, Lombard!"

The next second, Ian felt a strong pull, like being yanked through a tight tube. His vision blurred, and the sensation made his head spin slightly.

He felt as though his entire body was compressed into a ball, unable to breathe, while simultaneously plummeting from a great height. The sensation was terrifying.

After what felt like an eternity of suffocation, Ian's feet finally touched solid ground, and he was greeted by the sweet relief of fresh air.

When Ian opened his eyes, he saw the familiar sight of the Hogwarts castle gate.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts, kids," Dumbledore said with a kind smile. "You still have two days of vacation to enjoy."

Ian, trying to keep his composure, nodded with a pale face. He was still reeling from the awful experience of Apparition.

Harry, however, was in worse shape, leaning against the wall and retching.

Ian: "..."

He immediately took two cautious steps to the side, his complexion growing even paler.

"This is how the first Apparition experience usually goes," Dumbledore explained gently. "You'll get used to it over time." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two candies, handing one to each brother. "Here, eat these; they'll make you feel much better."

Ian accepted the candy and murmured weakly, "Thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

Harry eagerly unwrapped his candy and popped it into his mouth. The refreshing sweetness instantly spread, and his color began to return.

Ian watched Harry's recovery before slowly unwrapping his own candy and placing it in his mouth.

Hmm... the candy from the old bee wasn't bad at all.

"Well then, children, I'll leave you here," Dumbledore said with a smile. "In two days, your classes will resume. Make the most of your break."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore," Ian responded promptly.

Dumbledore gave a gentle nod before turning and heading off.

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